Fake Dating My Billionaire Boss

THEA I'd love to get ahead of myself by thinking that my boyfriend of 18 months was going to propose tonight but I couldn't. That recent sneaking around, the phone conversations he had behind my back, the fact that I wasn't allowed to freely touch his phone again, and the fact that he changed his passwords so I wouldn't be able to unlock his phone as I used to when we started dating. Those were enough to make me delusional and to think that he was hiding the preparations for my proposal but I knew better. He no longer looked at me like he used to when we started dating. We no longer share the playful relationship we had when we started dating. It's been long since we had s*x and anytime I tried to initiate it, he always had one excuse or the other to back out of it. I knew something was wrong. I knew our relationship was headed towards rock bottom but when he invited me out to dinner tonight, I allowed myself to hope that I was wrong. I allowed myself to hope that the assumption I didn't dare to have was the right one all along. But I was wrong again. Jake, my boyfriend of 18 months, didn't even have the decency to allow me to finish eating the main course before he dumped the news of our break up on me. The food turned to bile in my mouth as I carefully set the cutleries down. My heart sank and my hands trembled. Even though I had envisaged this, it still took me by surprise and broke my heart. This was yet another relationship that I was going to lose. This was yet another man that'd treat me like trash. “Why? Did I do anything wrong, Jake?” He looked up at me, shock evident on his face as if he couldn't believe I was asking that question before he shook his head slowly. “No, it's just… Our relationship isn't working and besides, I don't see a future with you.” I couldn't believe how much it hurts. His words were like a hammer to my heart and it was hitting it over and over again. Still I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing him break. One thing I've learnt from men and how they've treated me was never to give them the satisfaction of seeing me break. “Why don't you just own up to the reason why you're breaking up with me?” I asked softly, even though I was falling apart inside. “What?” he averted my gaze and that further confirmed what I suspected. “What are you talking about? Listen, Thea, our relationship wasn't working. It wasn't heading anywhere. You know it too. One of us just needed the courage to put an end to it.” “Our relationship wasn't heading anywhere because you were cheating on me, Jake. Just admit it.” “Come on, Thea. Don't put words into my mouth and…” “Admit your crimes. Just own up to me that you wronged me and…” “Fine! I cheated on you, God dammit!” he shouted as he banged his hand on the table. Everything on it jumped and while the drinks didn't spill, the food spilled into the cover cloth. “Yes, I cheated,” he continued, voice still raised and even though we were seated at the far end of the scanty diner, I knew the few people around could hear him. I kept my back straight, shoulders raised, and palms on my thighs. Any change in that posture and I was going to cave like a house of cards. “Who wouldn't? Just look at you, Thea. You're fat and hiding it under the body positivity nonsense of being plus size. You're not willing to compromise and just fix your body. Fine I was attracted to you because of your mind and personality but that isn't enough to keep a relationship. Over the months, I've told you repeatedly to work out, to start going to the gym, to shed off those nasty fat but what did you do? Remain complacent in that body. I should own up to my guilt? I should admit to wronging you? I never wronged you, Thea. I only did you a favor by dating you for almost 1 f*****g year. What did you say about your exes again? That they always discard you after 2-3 months. So you should be f*****g grateful to me.” He said everything in a rush as if it had always been at the tip of his tongue to say them and he immediately cussed when he was done. He exhaled slowly before running his hand through his hair but the damage had already been done. “Listen Thea, I didn't mean any of what I just said, okay? You made me say them. You pushed me and…” “No, you meant every single thing you said. I dedicated almost two years of my life to this relationship. I was stupid enough to sell my only inheritance so you could pay off your student loan and increase your credit score even though my grandmother needed that money for her medical treatment. You said you fell for me because of my brains and personality? No, you only used me for my money. You're a gold digger who couldn't even work hard enough to dig himself out of his loans but had to use a lady he doesn't even like…” “Careful now, Thea…” he raised his hand in a quiet warning but I wasn't even done. “And me? I stayed with you because I genuinely liked you and I hoped we could be something but now I've realized you weren't worth it at all. You definitely weren't worth faking all those moans and orgasms for when my vibrators do a better job than you.” He looked around wildly at my last statement as if to confirm who just heard that. I didn't care about our audience. I only needed to get away from this place as soon as possible. If I stayed for a second longer, I was going to break down. So I stood to my feet as gallantly as I could, carried my bag and turned to walk away. It was only after turning that I realized the diner had more customers than I thought and from the looks of things, they all heard what went down on our table. Some averted their gazes and busied themselves with eating in exaggerated moves that could only be false, some looked at me pointedly while others, a couple of girls smiled and nodded encouragingly at me. I hardly noticed them because from the minute I turned back, a feeling of awareness coursed over my entire being. It was an awareness that I was used to at work and in the presence of my boss who spoke fewer words than necessary. I didn't need to look around to find him because my boss was seated right by the entrance with another man and even though I could tell that the man was saying something, my boss’ attention wasn't on him at all. His attention was solely on me.